Chapter Two: "I keep on slipping out of this life." - Katy Rose
Kyla kept her eyes down as she sat at the bar of a club she really shouldn't have been in.
"Hey, fancing seeing you here." She looked up, meeting the flirty stare of Lucas Scott, a guy she barely knew.
"I guess." She shrugged lightly, toying witht he bottle fo water in front of her. "What brings you out here?"
He shrugged as he sat on a stool near her, causing Kyla to finally notice his right arm in a black sling. "Tired of being me."
"So coming to this hellhole is gonna make you magically turn into someone new?"
He actually chuckled at her question. "No but since I'm on a downward spiral, I figured that not much more damage could be done."
"Well that's where you're wrong." She slid off the stool she ahd been on for almost an hour. "What do you think the rock sits on? It's rockbottom for a reason." Grabbing her bag, Kyla turned and left the club, heading down to a diner she used to frequent: Karen's Cafe.
Brooke Davis sat by herself in the moderately lit cafe, a cup of tea in front of her.
"Long time, no see." She looked up, her face set in a scowl. It quickly faded when she recognized the girl before her. "Ky?!"
"How are you B?" She asked as she sat across the table from the brunette.
"Angry, betrayed, alone, hurt...how about you?" Back before Kyla left, she and Brooke used to party together. She was the only one that knew of Kyla's secret. "What brings you back to Tree Hill?"
"I think you know the answer to that." Her eyes hit the table top. "How's he been?"
"Okay, shacking up with my ex-best friend though."
Kyla frowned as she looked back up at Brooke. "Peyton?! When the hell did her and Nathan break up?"
"Shortly after you left." She then laughed bitterly. "So much has changed since you've been gone, Ky."
"Wanna fill me in on key events?" She asked cautiously. "Like, why is Peyton Sawyer Public Enemy Number One?"
Brooke sighed softly, her brown ponytail swishing over her shoulders. "I dated Lucas Scott for aw hile."
"Oh really?" Kyla raised a sandy eyebrow. "How'd he enter the famous Brooke Davis' radar?"
She almost smiled at the blonde's words. "Whitey put him on the basketball team." When Kyla nodded in understanding, Brooke continued. "Anyway, we began dating then he and Peyton decided to sneak around, lying to my face about all of it."
"Damn!" She frowned, sitting back in her chair. "I saw him earlier."
"Oh." The frown resurfaced on her face.
"Yeah, he was at the bar you and I used to go to a lot."
"Oh," Brooke repeated, the frown staying on her face. "I don't really care."
"I figured you wouldn't. I just think it's kinda funny he still doesnt't recongize me."
"So," she changed the subject quickly. "Have you seen Jake?"
"No," Kyla shook her head, eyes still on the table top.
"Well, here's your chance." She turned in her chair when Brooke pointed at the door. A light frown crossed her features when Jake appeared, carseat in hand.